Primal Temptation: a BBW Bear Shifter Paranormal Romance (Shadowlands Bear Shifters Book 4)

by Olivia Harp

  It’s not that she was scared, more like, well, damn it, this man is incredibly well built.

  She couldn’t take her eyes from his body. His chiseled abs, his strong chest and shoulders, his broad arms and legs made him look just like Thor, from the super hero movies, except this man wasn’t a blonde.

  He was half naked. Only wearing boxer briefs. She blushed.

  “Are you okay?” He continued, kneeling beside her.

  Damn, damn, damn, damn. She couldn’t deny it. She’d seen it. The bulge between his legs. It surprised her. I didn’t mean to! It’s his fault. He should’ve been wearing pajamas or something! His room is super cold! But she could tell by the way his cock looked beneath the fabric of his boxer briefs that he was not cold at all. Not at all.

  He touched her forearm, his eyes worried, not leaving hers.

  “Sophie...”

  Everything came back. Seeing him like this made her forget about the loud racket before.

  “I’m fine,” she said, “it came from the garage.”

  He turned away, to the door at the end of the corridor.

  “Go to your room and stay there,” he ordered, and jumped away, opening the door to the garage. The freezing wind hit her in the face and then he turned to her and winked.

  “I’ll be right back.”

  For some reason, that reassured her. She had no reason to worry, they were in the middle of nowhere, a snowstorm raged outside and—

  Wait.

  He went outside, wearing only his briefs. What. The. Fuck. She’d read about some bear clans being strong but nothing like this. Especially if they weren’t polar bears.

  He went outside like it was nothing. Who is this guy?

  The silence around overwhelmed her. She bolted from the floor and went inside her room, closing the door behind.

  What was going on? She paced around for a few minutes.

  That noise wasn’t normal, not at this hour. Her hands were cold and sweaty.

  How much time had passed? Five minutes? Ten? More? Her jaw started to hurt, she had been clenching it hard all this time without realizing.

  That and the void in her stomach made her realize she needed to calm down. She needed to think.

  She sat on the bed, covered herself with the thick bedspread and waited.

  If Franklin didn’t come in five more minutes, she would go out looking for him.

  She had her backpack with her. She only needed to put on some clothes and go outside.

  The red light that came inside her room through the slit beneath her door changed to white. Regular white.

  She picked up the faint sound of footsteps, followed by the dry thud of the garage door closing.

  She thought about calling out for Franklin but no words escaped her lips. She was terrified.

  She was weak.

  But what if something happened to him?

  She had to act. She had to get over her fear and do something.

  A knock on her door almost stopped her heart.

  “Sophie,” he said, his baritone voice friendly as always, “are you okay?”

  Every muscle in her body relaxed. He was fine. And she’d been a coward. It was so embarrassing it was almost painful.

  “Sophie?”

  “Yes,” she replied, “come in.”

  The door opened slowly, carefully. He stood there, looking at her with those deep black eyes.

  “Something hit the generator on the side, nothing to be afraid of.”

  She sighed.

  “What was it?”

  Franklin shrugged, shaking his head, “I don’t know, a rock? The wind is very strong outside, it could have carried a piece of ice or something. Don’t worry, no permanent damage though.”

  “Sorry I got scared, I just...” she didn’t know what to say, she’d overreacted, “it was too loud, too sudden.”

  “I know,” he said, “I jumped out of the bed, too, I thought you were in trouble.”

  She smiled.

  “You were scared for me?”

  The white corridor light silhouetted his muscled body. She’d never seen a man of his physique, not even other bear shifters. Then she remembered.

  “How did you do it?”

  “What?”

  “Going outside wearing only your briefs!”

  He looked down and gasped, covering his bulge, suddenly embarrassed.

  “Oh crap, sorry.”

  “Too late for that, cowboy.”

  He laughed, “You don’t have to mock me, though.”

  She rolled her eyes, smirking.

  “Don’t worry, there’s nothing to laugh about that.”

  Sophie! Did you really just say that? Are you insane? She knew she was blushing harder than ever, her eyes fell to the ground.

  “So,” he changed the subject, “you were outside my door.”

  Her eyes snapped open, she’d already forgotten about that.

  “Yeah, I felt guilty, for letting you—”

  “Letting me sleep in the refrigerator over there?” he said pointing at his room.

  She shrugged, chuckling.

  “I told you not to worry, I’m good.”

  “Really. You didn’t answer my question, though.”

  “You haven’t asked me anything.”

  “Yes I did, but you changed the subject. How did you go outside wearing only that.”

  He sighed.

  “I’m a White Paw. Our bodies are strong. Besides, we really fast.”

  “Aren’t you ever cold?”

  “Of course I am, I was under a dozen blankets, I think. But I can stand this cold like this for a little while. If I had to stay there all night I’d probably freeze to death.”

  “Probably?”

  He chuckled, “okay, not probably. I’d straight up die.”

  She nodded. This clan, the White Paws. She had never heard of them. She never thought anyone could be that strong. Not even famous shifters like the ones on TV or even soldiers were able to withstand the cold like that.

  Something didn`t add up.

  “All right, then,” he said, “I’m going back to sleep.”

  “Wait.”

  He turned to her, his face a question mark.

  “You can sleep here if you want, it’s warmer.”

  It took him a second to reply.

  “Are you sure of that?”

  “Of course, cowboy, don’t get too excited, you’re sleeping on the floor.”

  “I wasn’t getting excited, you’d probably steal my covers and ruin my night.”

  “What, you wouldn’t take them back?”

  “Of course not, wouldn’t risk your anger.”

  “Shut up,” she laughed.

  “Okay, stranger. I’ll bring my stuff. We’ll have a sleepover party.”

  She smirked. The way Franklin could be serious one moment, and a complete dork the next one made her wish she could be like that. Carefree.

  But she couldn’t trust another shifter. She herself had locked down her animal deep inside of her. Not if she wanted to be happy.

  Chapter 6

  A weird babbling in the room woke Franklin up. All of his senses focused on trying to find the source.

  His bear was not raging, and he didn’t pick up any scent that gave away an enemy.

  There it was again. That sound.

  It had been two hours since he came into the room to sleep. His bear took the better part of an hour to calm down.

  Being this close to her made it unruly, so he tried to focus on something else instead. Anything else.

  The generator. The enclosure was bent, something hit it hard, the impact turned it off. The “wind carried some ice” worked with her but it didn’t really make much sense.

  Had it been an animal?

  That was a possibility. Maybe a bear, feeling the warmth of the engine spinning, or attracted by its noise.

  Well... in any case, whatever it was, it was gone. He fell asleep with that thought.


  “No,” he heard Sophie say in her sleep, “get away, get away!”

  She was having a bad dream. It would probably go away quickly but she kept on talking and kicking around.

  He bit his lip. Fuck it.

  He rolled over, closer to her, leaned on an elbow and softly shook her. She moved away and gave out a low, long “noooo...” that made him change his mind.

  He sat beside her on the bed, covering himself with a blanket and tried shaking her again.

  “Sophie, you’re having a—”

  She pushed his hand away and faced the wall.

  “I won’t do it again,” she said.

  “Sophie,” he said again, “it’s a nightmare, you’re having a nightmare.”

  She finally opened her eyes, scared, but the moment she saw him she relaxed, breathing out softly.

  “Did I wake you?”

  He shook his head.

  “Liar,” Sophie said chuckling as she sat on the bed, “I guess I ate too much.”

  “It seemed like you were scared of someone.”

  She looked away, trying to hide her nervousness.

  “Do you wanna talk about it?”

  “I’m okay, really.”

  She put her hand over his, it was warm and soft. Franklin took it and said, “you’re safe here, there’s nothing to worry about.”

  He studied her. A regular human could not see this well in the dark, but shifters, especially bears and wolves, only needed the faintest light to discern the smallest details.

  The faint white light that seeped inside the room beneath the door was enough for him to see.

  She was stunning.

  He was astounded by her natural beauty. No makeup, hair a complete mess, and a soft smile on her lips.

  His bear growled softly, making him tighten his grip on her hand for a brief second.

  “I want to protect you,” he said, “I want to make you feel safe.”

  The sheets over her knee slipped down.

  “Thank you for being like this.”

  “Like what?”

  “You care about me.”

  His animal snarled. Her soft skin burned hot on his palm, his cock was hard and ready.

  “I want you,” she said.

  He leaned forward, her lips invited him. He couldn’t hold himself any longer.

  When her lips parted and he felt the warmth of her mouth fused with his, there was nothing else that mattered in the world.

  He lost himself in her embrace. They fused in a sensual dance that lasted either a few seconds, or an eternity.

  Her tongue shyly grazed his own, dancing sensually, rhythmically, soft and wet.

  He grabbed her waist and pulled himself closer to her, lost in her embrace, exploring the contours of her neck, her moans inciting him to keep going.

  Franklin softly bit the base of her neck, moved down to her upper chest and back up to taste her lips.

  She was on fire now, her hungry eyes fixed on him, her need telegraphed in a single second.

  But no.

  He wanted to have her all for himself. This was not going to be just sex. He wanted more. She deserved more.

  His bear roared in desire. Needing to taste her.

  ***

  The way this man kissed her made her shiver. She knew he was no ordinary person, but this never happened.

  She’d never gotten so into someone so fast. Never gotten this wet before.

  Sometimes, in the past, she had to use lube to help the occasion. But not tonight. Her thighs were soaking wet. He touched her with equal parts care and fury.

  She wanted to feel his manhood inside. She knew it from the moment she saw him. Somehow, logic went out the window and all that remained was this... instinct.

  He moved to lay over her on the bed, his passion fueling the fire inside of her.

  He growled softly and in a flash ripped away her blouse, she gasped, the feeling of her breasts exposed in the dark like that made her even hornier. He bit and licked them, his tongue approaching but never touching her areolas.

  He teased her.

  “Take me...” she whispered.

  He grinned, exploring her body with his mouth, delicate pleasure coursing through her body.

  “Or what?” he said.

  She couldn’t say anything, lost in the moment. Then she replied.

  “I’ll make you pay, cowboy.”

  He softly bit the side of her boobs, holding them together.

  He was losing control, she could tell.

  He basked in her body, his eyes betraying the thin control he had over himself. Instinct was taking over.

  He put his face on the breasts and licked her nipples, one, then the other, then continued down, kissing her stomach, his hands exploring her shoulders and arms.

  He licked her lower belly, making her every nerve vibrate, her body filling with goose-bumps. He was a master. A sex god. She was already close to finishing, she wanted him inside now.

  She felt his hot breath on her sex, teasing her. He didn’t take her shorts off, just pushed them to the side and licked her center, just outside her labia, making her tremble in anticipation.

  She shivered in delicious pleasure, her hands automatically going to the back of his head, needing him to do it again.

  He turned to her with a mischievous look on his eyes then went back to tasting her, her wet slit caressed by his warm tongue.

  He kissed her legs, up to her inner thighs. She whimpered, loving this feeling.

  Her whole body was being idolized, loved. She should’ve been scared. This was new to her. She’d had some partners before, the sex had been okay, but it was just kissing and some foreplay and then fucking. This man knew how to make her surrender completely to his will. Keep going like that and you’ll make me yours.

  He pulled her panties away, her embarrassment no longer present, even if she knew her undies were drenched in her sticky wetness.

  His tongue opened her center, slowly mixing his saliva with her juices, her crevice soaked and now caressed and kissed.

  Franklin was an expert. He tasted her, all of it. All of it except for her nub. He was working his way up to it, her body wanting him more and more until she could no longer wait any longer. She was moaning loud, lost in that feeling.

  Then his tongue grazed her clit.

  She tensed instantly, a yell escaping her throat. Franklin slowly pressed against her sex, taking her even higher. His hand grazed her waist, then traveled up to her breasts where she caught them and made him hold her tits harder.

  He’s gonna make me cum. He’s gonna— A brief explosion in her thighs made her cry out in pleasure. His tongue flicked on and off on her nub, then licked her slit up and down, up and down again, going inside of her, every inch of her center adored. It was much more than she could handle.

  A bolt of electric pleasure started forming inside. It had been too fast. No one had made her cum this fast.

  She was about to burst, it was a matter of seconds now, how could he do it? It was as if he knew her completely, all of her secrets.

  She held his thick, hard arms, scratching his biceps when he sucked at her clit, making her explode.

  The electric explosion travelled throughout her body in a wave of pleasure, and it kept going, consuming her. She couldn’t stop herself from yelling, lost in ecstasy.

  He kept on going, adoring her, her body losing itself in yet another orgasm. Impossible. It’s impossible. But she surrendered. He owned her. He had complete control.

  She grabbed the back of his head and pressed it against her core, his warm, wet mouth never for a second ceasing to adore her.

  “Franklin!” she said as she relinquished herself in her second orgasm.

  She didn’t mean to say his name, it just came out. The only thing on her mind was him. She tried to move away but he didn’t let her, tasting her juices, soaking his lips and mouth and face in them.

  This man, this completely hot geek was the alpha she had been waiting
for. She played it safe for years and now she was being perverted, broken by him.

  He knew what she needed and gave it to her.

  Every muscle in her body slackened. She felt almost as if the bed took her in, the soft covers enfolded her. The smell of sex everywhere around.

  Franklin moved next to her, his smirk embarrassing her, making her smile.

  “Don’t look at me like that,” she said, slapping his arm. When she calmed down she turned to him, “that was the best orgasm I’ve ever had.”

  “You’re welcome,” he replied.

  She laughed and kissed him, laying her head over his arm.

  “Wait a little bit,” she said.

  “For what?”

  She turned to him.

  “I’m spent, I want you to finish, too.”

  He smiled, “don’t worry. I enjoyed what we did. Maybe a bit too much.”

  “Liar.”

  “What? I’m serious, I loved doing that.”

  “That’s what you tell every girl?”

  “Truth?”

  “Obvi.”

  “I hadn’t had sex for like, eight months or something. And even then, it wasn’t nearly as good as this. Not nearly as good at all.”

  Eight months. She was embarrassed to admit she’d been a chaste girl for much longer than that.

  “No way,” she said, “you’re much too good at this, I thought you were a player or something.”

  “A player, are you serious? Why?”

  She laughed, “you’re incredibly hot, and you really know your way around women.”

  “You’re crazy,” he said chuckling.

  “Really! I had never, ever had a multiple orgasm before. I knew they existed but never thought I was capable of having them.”

  “Get used to it.”

  She laughed again and patted his shoulder.

  “Shut up!”

  “What?” he asked, turning to her again, that dirty, predator look in his eyes.

  This must be a dream. She felt butterflies in her stomach. His eyes bored into her and weirdly, her body shivered in desire again. It’s been less than ten minutes since I came. This can’t be happening.

  But she couldn’t resist him. His eyes, his dark hair, the way he smiled. She wanted him.

  They kissed softly, heat pulsing on her body, her nerve endings flaring up like sparks. She was ready. She wouldn’t have believed it if it wasn’t happening to her.

  He took her hand and placed it over the covers, just above his bulge.